Diabolical Devices, Sophia Locke
Diabolical Devices, Sophia Locke
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock
Stretch it for days
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips
Tell her whatever she wants to hear
You are a treat for my husband
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy
Who's the real winner here?
My tongue won't miss a spot
I was thinking to take it raw...
Loud morning call
What am i to do with you, slave?
Try someone more experienced
What you don't see is what you get
Let's fuck your dad, he's so grumpy...